"Ahem…" Atticus coughed awkwardly before quickly changing the topic. "What about you?"
Anorah blinked before falling silent, her lips slowly scrunching into a small pout. A moment later, she answered softly.
"I want kids."
"…Kids?"
"Yes." A soft smile spread across her face. "At least twenty of them. Like a tiny army."
"T-twenty?" Both of Atticus' brows shot upward.
Twenty kids…?
Even one already sounded overwhelming. Atticus immediately imagined twenty tiny versions of himself and Anorah sprinting around destroying everything in sight.
"Yes." Anorah looked at him with a slightly nervous yet expectant gaze. "Is that too much?"
From a single glance, Atticus could already tell this answer could either completely make her day… or destroy it.
The memory of holding Freya in his arms flashed through his mind. Then, Atticus smiled warmly.
"No." He answered gently. "It's perfect."
